PHD #202: Roses and Sardines
Roses and Sardines
Summary: Cidra pays Rose a visit on the hangar deck, catches up, chats of hydroponics and things.
Date: 16 Sep 2041 AE
Related Logs: Planting Seeds
Rose Cidra 
Hangar Deck - Starboard - Midship - Battlestar Cerberus
This Hangar Bay is filled with boxes, crates and other various supplies that are needed throughout the ship. Most have been moved to one end and lashed with tarps to keep them out of the way. The place has gone from extra ship storage on one end and the ability to house over 450 people on the other end. Whatever could be made into cots has been set up like a huge barracks. Some areas have been made more presentable with a few items that belong to the person holding onto their small area in this world. Marines guard this area 24/7 and food is brought in cafeteria style, feeding people out of vats and buckets as they line up with their plates. One area has been tarped off to the side, that holds canvas sho
Post-Holocaust Day: #202

Even during quiet hours, the din of the starboard hangar is always a low roar. Folks may be reading or sleeping or just staring at the ceiling, and there would be enough ambient noise from almost five hundred people in close quarters to rival a Viper's engines during tubing.

Still, people manage to talk, and get business done. Rose Ibbhanas, easily identified by the fact that she's likely the only one in the area carrying a blind person's whitestick, is chatting with an older woman, blonde and stately-looking - one of the other rescued from Sagittaron. "Thank you, Mary," Rose says to the woman, and the two embrace. "I'll make sure I'll get this to the right people." The older woman, Mary Hammond, has grown to become something of a community organizer. Rose, along with her. Clipboard with several pages in hand, Rose runs a hand over them, then tucks them under her arm. Tap tap, she begins making her way towards the outer perimeter.

Cidra rather stands out against the civilian crowd of the starboard hangar. She's ever inch military, first and foremost, dressed in her officer blues with flight wings pinned on the front. And she strides through the place with a purposeful air. All of business. It takes her awhile to wind her way back to Rose and Mary Hammond, pausing to ask one civilian or another for direction and identification. But she does, eventually, make her way toward them on the outer perimeter. "Pardon me. I am in search of Mrs. Hammond and a Miss Ibbhanas?" Voice raised a little to project, as she obviously doesn't have a good visual reference of who she's searching for.

Rose perks up, looking in Cidra's general direction but not quite homing in on her, visually. "Oh, that's me!" She calls out, waving the top of her stick in the air. And then she starts tapping in that general direction. "Someone looking for Rose Ibbhanas?" She would likely walk right past Toast if she wasn't stopped; that's how poor her eyesight is right now.

Cidra's fingers reach out to attempt to touch Rose's shoulder as she's walking right past. Lightly, but it's a 'Stop' sort of gesture. "You are Miss Ibbhanas." More to confirm than really phrased as a question. "I am Cidra Hahn. I have business with you."

Rose turns to regard Cidra, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. It's more of a habitual gesture, or perhaps one of annoyance, as her uneven hair hasn't quite grown to the point where it would regularly fall out of place. Still, she manages to style it well enough so she doesn't look like a former radiation sickness patient whose also blind.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Hahn. Rose Ibbhanas. Although I guess you figured that out by now!" She says with a friendly smile, sticking out her hand at a strange angle - she can't really see Toast at all. "May I ask what business?"

Cidra turns herself a little so she can extend her right hand to clasp Rose's. She does not shake, but rather just holds it firmly in her own. For a beat longer than one usually would a regular hand shake. She also tries to meet the woman's blind eyes. Habitually, before she seems to realize the futility of that. The use of 'Miss' as a title for her prompts a smirk, but no verbal correction. "You look better than when last I saw you upon Sagittaron," she observes.

Trying to contain her enthusiasm as it dawns on her precisely who Toast is, she bounces on the balls of her feet a little. "You must be the legendary Raptor pilot called 'Toast'," she manages to say without squeeing. Quieter, she says, "You're my hero. Well, you and the rest of the team. And thank you. Cerberus has wonderful doctors."

"Legendary? Heh." Cidra lets out a low, throaty chuckle. "That is not the adjective many would use to descriptor me. But I am most glad I was of service to you. You and the others souls we found upon Sagittaron." And there is a note of pride in her voice about that, though it's bittersweet. "I am CAG aboard this ship." She doesn't explain the title. It likes does not occur to her that she might need to. She lives in Fleet land where everyone speaks Acronym as a second language. "I am told you have an interest in locating space for…gardens?" She sounds unsure if she has heard this last correct.

"Cag…" Rose repeats, either committing it to memory or trying to rationalize through what it means. Blinking her cloudy eyes, she responds, "Well, there's been some talk. Miss Lunair from the Marine group had mentioned something to me regarding it in passing, and there are more than a handful of civilians aboard who are not plying their trades. We've - er, Mrs. Hammond and I, as well as a few other appointed leaders - talked about proposals for the military leadership aboard to allow us out of the Sardine Can in hopes we could actually contribute to daily life around us. Oh!" She blushes, lifting a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry. Sardine Can is what a lot of folks are calling the starboard hangar, here. I apologize." Looks like someone else has their own lingo as well.

"Ah." The rationalizing seems to make it dawn upon Cidra that this is a civilian she's talking to. "CAG is commander, air group." A pause, and it occurs to her it might require more. "I am in charge of the pilots aboard this ship." That should do it. A wry look around the environs of the hangar, and a shrug. "No apologies to me. It is an…accurate descriptor. I do know Sawyer Averies has pushed to get a civilian work force up and running. Connect skilled hands here with those who might make use of them. It is at times difficult for those of us within the military to know quite how to manage civilians, though. It is…not what we were made for, you understand. It is becoming most crowded here. Which I do suppose is a sign for the good, for the numbers we did recover from Sagittaron. And might from Aerilon." Raises questions as to where they will all go eventually, of course.

Rose nods slowly at the explanation, shifting the clipboard from under her arm to being held in her hand, instead. "We've a complete list of names, Colony of birth, birthdates, and any relevant education or trade skills." At about twenty or thirty names per page, all hand-written. Clearly she didn't do that on her own, given her state. "Everyone listed here has signed their consent to a willingness to do something. /Anything/ short of being target practice dummies, of course." She offers the clipboard to Toast. "Since you're of an official capacity, perhaps you could deliver this list of names to… whomever you think is best?"

"Someone in Personnel, most likely," Cidra mutters, more to herself than Rose. "It is not my purview, per se, but I can carry it along for you. I was here in an official capacity, yes. I am supervising, in the capacity of directing my Raptors, much of the salvage that shall be ongoing down upon the planet." Her phrasing is both overly formalized and slightly off in places. Drawling accent wrapping oddly around certain Standard phrases. Accent is Gemenese, if one knows about such things. "I was wondering, when I heard you were interested in expanding the hydroponics work, if there were anything in specific you were looking for. Much of the planet is in ruins, but efforts to search for things can be targeted if one knows where to start looking."

"Well I'd have to see what work has already been done," the young woman muses. Then, she lets out a small chuckle. "'See' perhaps isn't the right word, sorry," Rose says. Squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin a bit, she says, "I'm sure there are documented details as to what's been done, what's been proposed, and what's currently in a holding pattern? I think I heard something about a Miss Aurora Rourke who was doing some work long before I came aboard. If I could get her notes, that would help me determine what needs to get done." She smiles slightly. "My field is biochemistry and phycology, but there's a lot of different ways you can create a sustainable aquatic biosphere using algae as your foundation."

"A battlestar, unfortunately, is not much built for such efforts," Cidra says. "We have a small area dedicated to such things, but Cerberus was built to be a warship. Not a research vessel. Aerilon was a planet much in involved in exports, however. I am hoping we may be able to salvage a ship, or components of one, that was better made for such. If you could get me the specifications of what such would require, I would appreciate it most. I can task my crews to be on the look-out. As it were."

Rose nods slightly, looking mildly disappointed. "I understand. Well, I would appreciate if you could keep me abreast of what's going on with the decision-making, and what is salvaged from Aerilon. It could make a difference between the continued survival of… well… all of us… and slowly dwindling away. Oh, if you manage to locate anyone from Colchis University, I'd appreciate being informed. That's my alma mater." She gives a small, brave smile.

"Locating it is as simple a matter as consulting a map. Though what we might find there is the greater question. But I shall slate my Raptors to do an indepth search of the area if you can provide us with details on what we might find," Cidra says. "Now, if you shall forgive me, I fear I must be getting on. But if you could put together a listing of what you would require for more hydroponics work, and perhaps what in general the civilians would need here? I would be appreciative. And I shall take your names to personnel. It is good to see you are faring well, Miss Ibbhanas." The last is sincere. And almost warm. Almost. Cidra is not a creature who displays much in the way of warmth.

Regardless, Rose seems to think she's being warm. She beams a wide smile at her and bobs her head in farewell. "Thank you again, Miss Hahn. Don't be a stranger!"

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